In the 1890s, a young Frenchman named Édouard de Perrodil decided to do something most people thought was crazy: ride his bicycle from Paris to Vienna. This book is the story of that trip. Forget smooth highways and GPS. He navigated dirt paths, dealt with constant mechanical breakdowns, and relied on the weather and his own endurance. Along the way, he met farmers, innkeepers, and fellow travelers, painting a vivid picture of a Europe that was just starting to change with the new century.

Why You Should Read It

This book feels wonderfully human. Perrodil isn't some untouchable hero; he gets lost, he gets tired, and his bike keeps falling apart. His joy in small victories—finding a good meal, a beautiful view, or a helpful blacksmith—is contagious. It makes you appreciate the sheer physical adventure of travel before it became easy. The real charm is in the people he meets. Their hospitality and curiosity towards this man on a strange machine remind you that connection is the best part of any journey.

Final Verdict

Perfect for anyone who loves armchair travel, cycling enthusiasts, or history fans who want to see the past from street level. It’s a slow, charming ride, not a thrilling race. You read it for the atmosphere, the small details, and the feeling of pedaling alongside a curious and good-humored companion from another time. A true hidden gem for the patient and observant reader.